Baby Angels
There are two little angels in heaven that wait for me,
and in this earthly realm, I bring white roses to their tomb and weep;
in my last gasp- my angels will come fluttering to me.
I remember each death, each baby I had to bury,
bowing my head I hummed a lullaby that echoed in the trees;
floating among the headstones and solemn statues weeping.
I was broken and shattered and thought my life was hopeless,
and was so empty and my heart was heavy with grief and with tears;
in my last gasp- my angels will come fluttering to me.
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December 31, 2015
Poetry/Sijo/Baby Angels
Copyright Protected, ID 12-740-255-31
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Angels
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron, Judged /2016
First Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, Your Best Sijo
sponsor, William Kekaula, Judged 10/13/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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